Turning The Page Poem by Andy Allan

Mind absorbed in book,
a cryptic half-smile flitters,
for a moment;
emotions rush,
whispering with your sigh.

Far away from here
your consciousness is flying;
awareness gone,
sucked someplace else
while locked in to the page.

On automatic,
fingers brush away the hair
that isn't there;
ephemeral,
like the void of your presence.

Pursed expectant lips,
impatient finger twitches
from book intense,
to hover, wait,
in unresolved suspense.